Part IV
Rory carried him upstairs into a lavishly decorated guest bedroom with a king sized bed. The frame was made out of massive wood, with a heavy headboard and a solid wooden pillar in each corner. As he was set down on the duvet, Aiden instantly felt the smooth quality of a high thread count fabric against his skin. Of course, it could also just be his freshly shaved and moisturized ass cheeks providing this delicate sensation. "Lay on your back", Rory commanded as he pulled away the duvet from under Aiden's body. In turn, Aiden scooted up to the center of the bed and looked quizzingly at his capturer. Rory quickly rounded the bed and pulled four ropes from underneath the mattress' corners. He threaded the rope through the ankle cuffs' o-rings before removing the padlock inbetween. By pulling on the loose ends of the ropes, he moved Aidens's legs apart until he laid there, neatly spreadeagled. He quickly tied the ropes off at the foot of the bed, securely out of reach before repeating the procedure with the wrist cuffs. Within a minute Aiden was laying inescapably, yet comfortably secured in the center of the bed, forming a naked, very exhausted "X".
"Listen now, I'm going to remove the gag. I don't want you to choke if you manage to doze off for a bit. You can scream all you want, no one will hear you. The windows are security glass, the door is enforced and also soundproof. Save your energy and rest. Do you understand?". Aiden nodded. "Ok then". Rory reached behind Aiden's head and undid the buckle. He then opened the butterfly gag's valve and let all air escape before gently pulling it out of Aiden's mouth by the leather panel in the front. "There you go."
"What are you going to do to me?", Aiden blurted out, finally released from his involuntary silence.
Rory smiled. "Wouldn't you like to know, eh? Well, Camus once said 'We need the sweet pain of anticipation to tell us we are really alive.' Let's just say, tomorrow you will feel really, really alive."
"Tomorrow? Please, I have a wife. She'll be worried sick if I don't come home tonight. She's pregnant. We just found out. Whatever you are planning to do to me, you don't have to do this. Just let me go and I will never mention a word of what happened here. To anyone, I swear."
"I'll take care of that. She will receive a text from you, explaining that you ran into an old friend from college in the next city over. He persuaded you to go out for wings and a couple of beers and reminisce about the good old days. You both had a few too much and he offered you to crash at his house to sleep it off. Speaking of, do you want something to drink? You must be parched." Without waiting for a reply, Rory reached out and opened the door of the nightstand, revealing a fully stocked mini-fridge. He grabbed a water bottle, unscrewed the cap and stuck a drinking straw into the bottleneck. "Hmmm?" He held up the bottle. Aiden nodded. "Tiny sips", Rory quipped as he held the straw close to Aiden's mouth. Aiden had hardly realized how dehydrated he was. Wearing that gag for so long had dried up his throat entirely. He took a few more sips before he motioned for Rory to remove the straw.
Rory stood up, grabbed the duvet from the foot of the bed and carefully covered Aiden's naked and bound body.
"As I said, try to get some rest. It's not going to be fun for anyone involved if you're on the verge of collapsing," he said while standing in the doorway, winking. As he turned to close the door, Aiden could hear him chuckle quietly.
Aiden felt the warmth of the covers creep over his body. Much to his surprise, he actually seemed to calm down a bit. Before he knew it, his eyes became heavy and fluttered shut. A final, uneasy thought clawed his way back to his consciuos mind - what if Rory had drugged him with the water? But that alarming idea instantly faded back into meaninglessness, as he drifted away. It didn't matter either way, he was sound asleep.
He came to abruptly as he felt a rigid and rubbery, phallus-shaped object being forced past his lips, deeper into his mouth until it pushed against the back of his throat. An alarmingly bitter taste brought him fully back to his senses.
He tried to get up and take out whatever threatened to invade his esophagus, put failed pityfully at both. His torso was firmly strapped to the mattress, while he could not move his wrists past his midriff. They had been cuffed so closely together that the balls of his thumbs touched and were vehemently held back by a clanking chain, which in turn had been connected to another, similarly tight pair of cuffs around his ankles.
"Shhhhh", Rory tried to calm Aiden down, sitting on the bedside. "The bitter taste is a mild numbing tincture, it will help you to overcome your gag reflex. Just give it a second or two to soak in. Breathe through your nose."
Aiden tried to control himself and steady his breathing. As he felt his heart slowing from its frantic pace, he eventually was able to acknowledge the multitude of unfamiliar sensations that came rushing over him. The most obvious was that he was clad into what appeared to be a very taut latex body suit, covering him from head to toe, except for an opening from above his eyebrows to his chin, which was now halfway occupied by the panel of the dildo gag Rory now dilligently fastened behind his head. The bitterness in his mouth had a
eady subsided, giving way to a slight numbness, not quite unlike a novocaine shot at the dentist, but not as dulling. Rory was right about one thing, he did no longer feel the urge to gag and throw up.
As he tried to get accustomed to his brand new predicament, he noticed an unfamiliar weight and stickyness on his chest. He bend his head slightly to peer down as his eyes widened in confusion - right there, mere inches from his face, covered in black, shiny latex, he found himself flaunting a pair of breasts. Voluptuous, tear shaped breasts. He could even make out a pair of nipples straining against the slick surface. "What the fuck?" was the only, but probably most appropriate thought bouncing around in his head. "Oh those?", Rory said while giving them a slight jiggle. "Yeah, I thought some nice stick-on silicone titties would complement your slender frame. Just a little extra touch to your new persona for today. You'll get used to them, I bet. Hell, you might even start to love them."
"Now, before you get up, another small addition", he continued, picking up a wide leather collar from next to the pillow and sliding it under and around Aiden's neck. He kept making tiny adjustments until he appeared to be satisfied with its alignment, closed both buckles in the back and secured them with a padlock each. "This is a special collar.", he explained. "It's fitted with a small laryngophone, basically a microphone sitting close to your larynx. It picks up the tiniest sounds you make. It's connected wirelessly to this little box" - he patted Aiden's left flank, where a small carbon-fire chassis the size of a cigarette box was attached with a loop to his thigh, close to the groin. "Which in turn is wired to the electrode rings around your balls and dick inside the suit's latex sheath." He reached down and grabbed Aidens cock beneath the balls and gave both a playful tug. "To elaborate and demonstrate", he said as he reached for the box and flipped a little switch, "everytime you make a noise, this will happen." - and without warning, Rory slapped Aiden across the face. "Ugghmmph", Aiden moaned in surprise, immediately followed by a longer, louder albeit muffled scream. "Aaaagggggggh. Aaaaaaghhhhhhmph!" he cried, as a jolt of electricity shot through the length of his cock. It wasn't exactly painful, quite contrary - it felt like he was orgasming instantly, but along with a sharp, biting sensation, reaching from the base of his scrotum to the underside of the tip of his penis, right on the frenulum, the most sensitive part. The current intensified, forcing another groan from Aiden, before it finally subsided after what felt like an eternity. "It will keep zapping your crotch until you shut up or what I call the 'pity timer' sets in. After a while, it will turn off automatically. But that timer will increase each time you activate it. You have been warned. Now, get up.", Rory commanded, as he quickly rounded the bed and unfastened the heavy belts holding Aiden down.
As Aiden tried to sit up, he exhaled with an almost imperceptible grunt, but it was loud enough for the collar to pick it up and administer another punishing shock. This time, he managed to maintain his composure and not trigger an additional chastisement. Carefully, he swung his bound legs over the bedside, reaching for the floor. Only now he realized that his legs had been squeezed into a pair of tight leather boots from the knee down. And from the strain on his calves and the extreme arch of his foot, he could deduce that he was standing on a pair of extreme heels. As he pushed his torso forward to get up from the bed, he could sense a copious amount of his built-up spit seep past the edges of the gag. Just as he carefully straightened himself into an upright position, the current of drool rushed over his chin and splashed on his sternum, where it got channeled towards his belly and crotch by the freshly added pair of ample latex boobs.
"Hold up, just three more little things.", Rory interrupted Aiden's awkward shuffle to maintain balance. Rory grabbed him by his sleek, rubbery hips and slowly turned him towards an armoire with a floor length mirror. Aiden swiveled around in tiny, shakey steps, as quickly as the tight ankle cuffs and the unfamiliar heels allowed. As he stood and examined his reflection, Rory pulled yet another pair of cuffs from the duvet and closed them above Aiden's elbows, before pulling them as close together as the bound wrists in front allowed and secured them with a short chain and a pair of padlocks. As a result, Aiden involuntarily arched his back, pushing out his artificial tits and tightening the layer of latex that held them in place. He couldn't help but admire his appearance. The outfit was immaculate. Slick, shiny, skin-tight and feminine. And inexplicably, on some deep, primal level, he started to enjoy the complete helplessness he felt when gazing at himself, as if he was looking at a completely different person.
In the mirror, he saw Rory reach around his chest from behind, placing another layer of latex around the torso, just below his breasts. He then felt Rory fidget around along his back, hearing a faint swishing sound, as if a pair of laces was threaded into a pair of shoes. All of a sudden, he felt his stomach and chest constrict, as Rory forcefully tightened the cinches of the corset he put him in. As the air was squeezed from his lungs, Aiden could not supress an exasperated moan. He was immediately disciplined by a sharp, electric pang covering his genitals from end to end. This time, he was not able to stifle his reaction and let out a second tortured whimper, in turn ramping up and prolonging the charge traveling from balls to glans. He rolled back his eyes, cursing himself for not staying silent.
The corset severely resticted his breathing, he was only able to take shallow breaths. "Don't breathe into your stomach, breath by extending your chest upwards", Rory offered as a hint. "Not only will it make breathing a little easier, it also accents your titties with each breath you take." And as if to make a point, he reached around from behind and gave them a tender squeeze.
"A
ight, one final touch. You may not like it, but trust me, it is necessary. As a sign of good will for your cooperation, I will turn of your cockzapper for a moment." He reached down to the control box and flipped the switch, before turning Aiden further, making him face the side of the bed. "Bend over", Rory commanded, as he toppled Aiden over, onto the duvet. Bent at the waist, Aiden went face-first into the covers, exhaling sharply with a surprised squeak. He could feel Rory's hands slide across his tautly covered ass, only stopping dead center to pull down a zipper that ended right in the small of his back. "You took the enemas like a champ, so this should not be too uncomfortable", Aiden heard Rory explain. And without further warning, he felt something cold and slippery glide up and down his exposed asscrack. More lube, Aiden realized, just as the sensation of a generously dimensioned toy entering him from behind overwhelmed his sensory capacities. As he was probed, he could feel that it was a ribbed plug, as ridge after ridge slowly slipped past his sphincter and deeper into the colon. He moaned, half in exasperation, but also due to the undeniable pleasure the stimulation brought about. Inside the suit's latex sheath, his penis stiffened as his sphincter eventually clenched up around the plug's flared base, holding it now firmly in place. "Say when", Rory said, as he started to squeeze on a small rubber bulb connected to the base of the plug. The ridges of the plug expanded outward and pressed against the colon's lining, slowly but continously. Aiden groaned aggressively into his gag. "No, I think you can take a little more", Rory overrode Aiden's veto and gave the bulb a couple more compressions. As Aiden's protests became more prominent and desperate with each pump of air, Rory finally settled with him. He removed the bulb and hose from the valve at the base of the plug and tossed them on the bed. Then, he bend down and closed the zipper back up, exerting additional pressure on the soft buttocks and tightening their grip on the taxing toy. Clearly satisfied with his body of work, Rory carefully grabbed Aiden by the shoulders and pulled him back up into an upright position. Aiden, still not used to standing almost "en-pointe", struggled as he felt the plug in his bowels adjust slightly to the new orientation.
"I'd say you're ready", Rory smiled. "Do you like your new look?". "Mmmmph" grunted Aiden, defiantly.
"Oh, yeah, that reminds me.", Rory said, snapping his fingers as if he remembered something important. He reached down to the control box on Aiden's thigh and switched the receiver back on. "A good plaything is seen, not heard.", he added, while reaching into his pocket. From it, he produced a little fob with a keyring, resembling a remote car key.
"Now, let's loosen you up a bit". As he pushed the fob's button, the plug in Aiden's ass started vibrating with a low hum. It startled him enough to trigger another electric impulse to his now fully erect shaft. The sensation was even more pronounced, as the penis strained harder against the electrified cockrings. Aiden fought the impulse to audibly give in to the wave of pain and pleasure crashing against his hypersensitve frenulum. "You seem to be enjoying yourself. Good.", Rory teased. "But now, I need you to follow me. Don't trip.", he said, as he turned and went out the door. Aiden looked after him, confused. He could hardly stand, how was he supposed to walk past some helpless hobbling steps? "I'm waiting", he heard Rory call demandingly. Carefully, Aiden began to shuffle his feet forward, maybe covering two, three inches at the most with each tiny step. At this rate, it would take him 2 minutes to reach the doorway, he calculated. Not that he had any say or choice in the matter. So he continued his slow trek across the bedroom, painstakingly trying to keep his balance while reminding himself constantly to stay quiet despite the rumbling in his ass that quite literally shook him to his very core. With every tiny step, the vibrations appeared to intensify, as his thighs rubbed against each other.
-- to be continued ...